Light colors on a light background are always difficult for me. This is probably the longest time I took for a 46 classic puzzle.

As a girl growing up on a farm, I had the chore of washing and sorting the eggs for sale. The sizes were small, medium, large, and extra large. The cup on the scale fit the curvature of the egg perfectly. I can still see that old scale in my mind. It had red trim and the sections announcing the size of the egg were yellow. I used to pretend to be a "brownie" and try to surprize my mother by washing the eggs. The water had to be cool, of course. A mild soap was used, but for tougher stains, a little Ajax applied to the dish cloth usually did the job beautifully.

Gosh, I lost track of how many times my father, who usually made the breakfast for my younger brother and me as we were starting our school day, made poached eggs on toast. Cold winter months made that breakfast welcomed.

I don't eat eggs any more due to my vegan persuasion. Eggs that were less than scrambled or hard boiled always had slimy white, something that some folks prefer not to see or eat.